(Intro)Word up son, wordyeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)for real niggas who ain't got no feelings(keep your eyes open)(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)check it out now(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)(Prodigy)I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youChorus:Son, they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death, scared to lookthey shook'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death, scared to looklivin' the live that of diamonds and gunsthere's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn fundssome of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nunscowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook oneshe ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one(Havoc)For every rhyme I write, its 25 to lifeyo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my lifeain't no time for hesitationthat only leads to incarcerationyou don't know me, there's no relationQueensbridge niggas don't playI don't got time for your petty thinking mindson, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heatbut you're scared to holdand when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kidyou talk a good one but you don't want itsometimes I wonder do I deserve to liveor am I going to burn in hell for all the things I didno time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reactsfront if you want kid, lay on your backI don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you livestay in a child's place, kid you out o' linecriminal minds thirsty for recognitionI'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'get that loot kid, you know my functioncause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegaland once I get on I'ma put on, on my peoplereact mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome upwhen I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'cause I'm creepin'Chorus:Son, they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one)they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death and scared to look(we live the live that of diamonds)they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to
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